back is pressed firmly against it with him sheltering me.
His fingertips dig into my hip bone as his other hand shuts the door and flicks the lock.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says.
That hand on my hip slowly moves up my side. My breathing hitches as his fingers graze over the swell of my breast. I hook my finger in his jeans to pull him closer, and his length presses into me. His mouth covers mine, and our kiss is gentle and steady, like the slowest of dances. His tongue slips in my mouth, and our pace quickens. My hands reach up to his neck, making it clear that I don’t want him to stop. His hands reach under my ass, urging me to wrap my legs around him, which they do willingly without me even realizing it.
“God, El,” he murmurs into my neck, carrying me over to the bed. “You’re everything to me.”
My heart cracks open and allows his words to bring in the safety he encompasses.
“Please, Crosby.” I wiggle under him as he pushes my hair away from my face.
He stares down at me. My body aches from the amount of love conveyed in his caramel hues.
“What, baby? Anything?” he says, circling his erection at my core.
My legs move up to wrap around him. I wish I were wearing leggings instead of jeans.
“You. All I need is you.” I grab the edge of his shirt, urging it off his body.
He takes his hand on the neckline, shrugging it over his head. My hands travel down the his muscled chest until they reach the button of his jeans. I flick the button open.
“You always have me. Never question that,” he whispers, his hands skating up my shirt.
He sits up onto his knees, giving me space to take my shirt off. Once I’m in only my bra, his eyes feast on me, like I’m a ten-million-dollar deal from the White Sox.
“So damn beautiful,” he says. Reaching behind me, he unhooks my bra and brings the straps down my arms. “Perfect.” He kisses my shoulders before moving down to the middle of my breasts.
Both of our hands reach between us to help the other shed more layers.
“Me first,” he says, his hand splaying down the front of my body to lay me on the mattress.
My back arches, like a wave, following his touch, and I buck when he flicks open my jeans before sliding the zipper down. Standing up, he undoes his own zipper and then grabs the ankles of my jeans, pulling them off my body.
“Nice.” He smiles at my underwear.
My hands go to cover the saying, but he pushes them away.
“Slide In, huh?”
“Jen didn’t exactly pack the best options for me, and she got these for my birthday last year.”
He shakes his head. “Shh.” His eyes stare down at my white underwear with the words, Slide In, and an arrow pointing right to where he should. “I’m an expert at sliding, so you found the right guy.”
As his eyes indulge at the sight of my exposed body, I absorb all of him. His muscles are bigger, his shoulders are broader, and his dick even looks larger. That seems crazy, but with the way it’s outlined in his blue boxer briefs, it looks like it’s grown.
“I take it, you like what you see?” He flexes his pectoral muscles.
I laugh. He does it again, and I sit up on the edge of the bed with my face right in front of his cock. Through my eyelashes, I look up at my Adonis of a man.
“I think I’d rather see another muscle pulsing?”
Crosby closes his eyes, his hands weaving through my hair. “It’s missed you,” he jokes.
My fingers hook on either side of his briefs, dragging them down his legs. His cock stands at attention, and my mouth salivates.
“I’ve missed…you,” I say, wrapping my hand around his shaft and pumping up and down.
My mouth covers the tip of his dick, and he groans, flexing his hips out.
“Shit.” His fingers wind tighter in my hair, and I move faster. “No.” He tears my mouth off of him.
I look up at him in disbelief. “What?”
“I need to come inside you, and if your mouth stays on me anymore, that’s not going to happen.” He picks me up under my arms and drops me onto the bed again. Lodging his fingers on either side of my panties, he pulls them down my legs, tossing the thin fabric over his shoulder.